The flicker that excitedly danced in my eyes
Ignited perhaps by the lavender vodka purchased on my tab
A well mixed cocktail called a Femme Fatale
I hear your thanks, I raise my worth
When you reached for my hand in seek of loving warmth
I wonder
Were you chilled by the cold in my heart
Or was it your frosty demeanor that never allowed the thaw
While quenching your thirst during your visit to my protected harbor
You left a rusted anchor on my shore, it belongs to a vessel they call your past
I think I saw your values floating away
The bed we shared, the vulnerability that was served on that plate you licked clean
My mistake
I took it for more than sheets needing to be pressed with dignity and trust
The dry cleaner called, the shirt I gave you off my back is ready for pick up
Poetry I wrote for you with a renewed beating heart
Brace yourself, you were kissing a fool
Like a record that has a deep scratch, I skipped that part where you said you didn’t actually care
The line of reality and commonality is thin between that of the liar and that of the delusional
Time to pull out cupid’s arrow and put it to good use to scratch my head
Trying to forget the person sitting beside me who never existed
Drinking my lavender vodka in a well mixed cocktail I think I have tasted before
Femme Fatale
~Alisa Hutton